A N S W E R T R U T H F U L L Y

1. Do you like anyone?: YES
2. Do they know it?: I WON'T KNOW IF THEY DO
3. Simple or complicated?: NOT FOR ME TO DECIDE

U N I Q U E
16. Nervous habits?: INTESTINES CEASE TO EXIST
17. Are you double jointed?: DOUBLE JOIN WHAT?
18. Can you roll your tongue?: YES
20. Can you cross your eyes?: YES
21. Do you make your bed daily?: NO, SOMEONE ELSE DOES IS FOR ME
22. Do you think you are unique?: AREN'T EVERYONE UNIQUE, THE EXPERTS SAY?
23. Can u snap?: YES, IF YOU MEAN SNAP MY FINGERS
24. Can u whistle?: YES

H A V E Y O U E V E R
23. Said "I Love you": YES, WITHOUT SINCERITY
24. Given money to a homeless person?: YES
25. Smoked?: NO
26. Waited all night for a phone call?: NOT REALLY
27. Snuck out?: YES, WELL, OUT OF THE YMCA HONGKONG
28. Sat and looked at the stars?: YES, AND I MISS OUR 2C CHALET

M A N N E R S
29. Do you swear?: YES
30. Do you ever spit?: YES
31. You cook your own food?: YES
32. You do your own chores?: SOME OF THE CHORES
33. You like beef jerky?: I CAN'T EAT BEEF
34. Do you like coke or pepsi?: THEY TASTE THE SAME
36. You own a dog?: NO
37. Do you spend your money wisely?: YES
38. Do you like to swim?: I CAN'T SAY I DO, I CAN'T SAY I DON'T
39. When you get bored do you call a friend?: NO
40. Are you patient?: SORRY, HELL NO

D O Y O U P R E F E R
41. flowers or angels?: SATANS
42. gray or black?: GREY
43. Color or black and white photos?: IT DEPENDS
44. lust or love?: LOVE
45. sunrise or sunset?: SUNSET
46. M&Ms or Skittles?: M&Ms
47. rap or rock?: ROCK
48. staying up late or waking up early?: STAYING UP LATE
49. being hot or cold?: COLD
50. Winter or Fall?: WINTER
51. left handed or right: RIGHT
52. having 10 acquaintances or 2 best friends?: 2 BEST FRIENDS
53. sunshine or rain?: RAIN
54. vanilla ice cream or chocolate ice cream?: CHOCOLATE
55. guys or girls?: GIRLS

True or False
I am a cuddler.: FALSE
I am a morning person.: DEFINITELY FALSE
I am a perfectionist.: FALSE
I am currently in my PJs.: FALSE
I am currently pregnant.: FALSE
I am currently single.: TRUE
I am currently suffering from a broken heart.: FALSE
I am left handed.: FALSE
I am married.: FALSE
I am addicted to my space.: FALSE
I'm shy around the opposite sex.: TRUE
I bite my nails: TRUE
I currently regret something I have done.: TRUE
When I get mad I curse.: TRUE
I don't like anyone.: FALSE
I enjoy country music: FALSE
I enjoy Jazz.: FALSE
I have a car.: FALSE
I have a cell phone.: TRUE
I have a pet.: TRUE
I have a tendency to fall for the wrong guy/girl.: TRUE
I have been to another country.: TRUE
I have been told that I'm smart.: TRUE
I have been told that I have an unusual sense of humor.: FALSE
I have had a broken bone.: FALSE
I have caller ID on my phone: FALSE
I have changed a lot over the past year.: TRUE
I have had surgery.: FALSE
I have killed another person.: FALSE
I have had my hair cut within the last week.: FALSE
I have had the cops called on me.: FALSE
I have kissed someone I knew I shouldn't.: FALSE
I have kissed someone of the same gender.: FALSE
I have mood swings.: TRUE
I have rejected someone before.: FALSE
I have seen the Lord of the Rings trilogy.: FALSE
I have watched Sex and the City.: FALSE
I like Shakespeare.: FALSE
I love to cook.: TRUE
I love Michael Jackson.: FALSE
I love sleeping.: TRUE
I love to shop.: FALSE
I miss someone right now.: TRUE
I own over 100 cds.: FALSE
I own over 100 dvds.: FALSE
I own & use a library card.: TRUE
I read books for pleasure in my spare time.: TRUE
I sleep a lot during the day.: TRUE
I strongly dislike math.: TRUE
I think Britney Spears is pretty.: FALSE
I was born in a country other than the US.: TRUE
I watch Soap Operas on a regular basis.: FALSE
I will try almost anything once.: FALSE
I work at a job that I enjoy.: FALSE
I would classify myself as ghetto.: FALSE
I can name all seven dwarfs from Snow White?: FALSE
I am currently wearing socks.: FALSE
I am tired.: TRUE
I am over this quiz.: TRUE

Happy Valentine's Week.

I heart you; you heart me; we heart heart everybody.

:)

" When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh.

You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad", you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" -- but then you'd relent, and roll me over for a bellyrub.

My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs", you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.

Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in
love. She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" -- still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy.

Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became "prisoner of love".

As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch -- because your touch was now so infrequent -- and I would have defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me.

These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog", and you resented every expenditure on my behalf. Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family", but there was a time when I was your only family. I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter.

It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers". You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him,and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too.

After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home.

They shook their heads and asked "How could you?" They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first,whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind -- that this was all a bad dream ... or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me.

When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited.

I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood.

She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?"

Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself -- a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her.

It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty. "

By Jim Willis 2001